Liam Hot damn. Olivia just said, “I’m his wife,” and it went straight to my head like a shot of
strong whiskey. I actually feel slightly buzzed. I reach for her, but she st eps back, gripping
the tie. Her eyes burn as they meet mine. “Is this how you spend your time ‘working’
instead of coming home on time?” She drops the sunflowers on a chair. “Are you jealous?” I
know it’s a bad idea, but I can’t seem to stop smiling. “No. Just wondering how you’re going
to get any work done if you ke ep screwing around.” “The only screwing around I do is with
you,” I say, looking at her plump lips. “Ha!” She undoes the knot and rips the tie off me. “I
don’t like other women’s things on my man.” My man. My heart pounds. She sees me as
hers. Someone worth getting angry over, fighting over. I matter to her. I grin. “I’d wear
those sunflowers if it wouldn’t look idiotic.” “You can wear me.” She wraps her hand around
the back of my neck and kisses me hard. My nerve endings prickle. I kiss her back,
thrusting my tongue into her. She nips me, and a coppery tang fills my mouth. God, she is
glorious in her rage. Her nails dig de eply into my neck, and even the sting feels like a
reward—because she wants me. This isn’t one of her typical kisses. It’s full of raw power
and aggression, more teeth than tongue or lips. I tug at her skirt, pulling it up. She wraps a
leg around my hip. I grind my dick against her. “Feel that? This is what you do to me. I just
think about you and this is what happens.”
“I don’t believe you,” she says between pants. Her eyes narrow to glittering slits. “You were
awfully cozy with your Emmie.” Her jealousy strokes me. Need rushes through my veins.
“Olivia, you know you’re the only one for me. Let me show you.” I unbutton her blouse,
revealing a lacy demi-bra. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. She’s stunning, my beautiful
wife. She glares at me. “Bastard. Is this all you ever think about?” “One of many things I
think about. But they all in volve you.” I pull down a cup. The second her nipple pops out, I
wrap my lips around it and suck hard. She groans softly, her head falling back. Her hand
travels up my neck, and her fingers clench my hair, holding me tight. Yes, love, don’t worry.
I’ll make you feel amazing. I tug down the other cup and rub my thumb over the nipple. She
arches her back, biting her lip to muffle the moan vibrating in her chest. I let go of the
nipple in my mouth and take the other one in, lavishing it with erotic attention. Her leg
moves restlessly against my hip. Even through the layers of clothes, I can feel the heat
radiating from her. Elation throbs in my head. Every sign of her need reassures me I
deserve to be part of her life. While my tongue toys with her nipple, I push her skirt up and
reach down to get rid of her underwear—exc ept there isn’t anything underneath. “Where’s
your underwear?” I demand, my hot breaths fanning against her delicate breast. “Not
wearing any. The skirt is too thin.” I jerk my head and glare at her. “So you were going
commando around Simon?” She scowls back. “Why are you talking about him?”
Possessiveness hits me like a lightning bolt. I know the bastard can’t see what’s underneath
her skirt, but it’s the principle of the thing. My wife should never be this exposed around
other men. “You’ve been a bad girl,” I grind out. She arches an arrogant eyebrow. “Have I?
I’m not the one who let my assistant knot a tie around my neck.” I nip her lip, hard enough
to sting without drawing blood. “You don’t wear a tie. And I always wear my underwear
around my assistant.” “Simon has no idea what I have or don’t have under my clothes.
Unlike you.”
That lessens my fury, but only a little. I still want to make a point. I prop her against the
edge of my desk, then drop to my knees in front of her. Before she can say anything, I swipe
my tongue from the opening of her pussy all the way to her clit. The knot of nerves pulses
against my tongue. She reaches down and grips my head. “Liam, we’re in your office,” she
hisses, but doesn’t push me back. Do I care? I smile with wicked satisfaction and devour her
sensitive flesh, determined to show her what happens to my woman when she goes around
in public without proper panties. She lets out a shaky breath, and her grip on my hair
tightens. Triumph cuts through me. I pull her clit into my mouth and tongue it with the
fluttering rhythm that I know drives her absolutely crazy. I want her undone—shattered. I
want something more than just rings on her fingers to remind her she’s mine. “Oh my God,”
she whimpers, slapping a hand on the desk behind her to brace herself. Her thighs strain as
she maintains her balance in her heels and grinds herself against my face. I shudder, my
blood overheating. God, she’s hot when she uses me for her pleasure. She drips endlessly,
coating my tongue with her sweetness. I’ve missed my wife. I’ve been coming home too late
the last few days, and we haven’t had sex in too long for my taste. The second I push two
fingers into her pussy and circle her G-spot, she spirals out of control. The tendons in her
neck stand out as she clenches her teeth in a climax, swallowing the sound. I kiss her pubic
bone, then grab the edge of my desk and pull myself up. I unzip my fly and pull out my
throbbing cock, too impatient to get properly undressed, then grip her pelvis and drive into
her. She slaps a hand over her mouth. She feels amazing, like home and love. How can she
possibly think any other woman could give me what she does? I tighten my hold on her hips
and pound into her, wanting her to feel what she does to me. Panting, she clings to me. The
sound of our flesh slapping fills the office. I set a brutal pace—this isn’t going to be long or
lingering. I want to mark her. I want her to mark me.
She reaches another peak and spasms around me, her pussy gripping my dick. A second
later I spurt, filling her with my cum. Breathing hard, I run the back of my fingers along her
sweat-misted neck where her pulse races. “You don’t have to wear underwear around
Simon. But if you don’t, you’ll have my cum inside you,” I whisper into her ear. She shivers.
“I was supposed to mark you, not the other way around.” “Oh, you have. Believe me.” I kiss
her hard. “Now, shall we fill our bellies?”